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It had been too good to be true. His dream suddenly gone bad, a lovely reality turned into a nightmare.
He had to get out!
Cloud Strife, 27, was the first omega to have been chosen for the Shinra Space Program. He was a rarity among all the alpha astronauts and other beta personnel, a gem like no other. Born to a single beta mother in the relatively poor village of Nibelheim, Cloud had known since he was little that he was meant to do something extraordinary. Often sneaking into the mountains to look into the general direction of Rocket Town, Cloud desperately tried to catch a glimpse of any rocket launch test that the ubiquitous Shinra Company of Midgar was conducting around the area.
Space.
To him, space meant absolute freedom. There was simply no other place for him to be than space, that black vacuum that was seemingly void of all life yet brimming with it on a very fundamental level of a single, tiny particle. He wanted nothing more than to carve a life for himself among shooting stars and brightly shining nebulas.
Cloud was so strong and steadfast in his devotion that even presenting as an omega in his teens didn’t deter him. Despite the fact that the Shinra Space Program had never allowed any omegas in its ranks, he simply refused to believe that his chosen path was unattainable to him. He never gave up, meticulously working his way through the system and finally getting to where no omega had ever been before: the astronaut training module at the Shinra Space Program.
Once in, Cloud wore his uniform proudly and with a solemn look on his face, completely ignoring all sneers, jibes and catcalls sent his way during those initial months in the program. He had aced both his entrance exams and his aptitude assessments after all, so his secondary gender was nothing to be ashamed of. Naturally, he had to wear both scent and heat blockers, but even that was alright. Alphas wore scent blockers, too, and Cloud had been prescribed a medical-grade electronic heat blocker by the Shinra doctors, carefully developed by Shinra’s in-house scientists themselves.
In other words, Cloud had earned his place and there was nothing anyone could say or do to rain on his parade. Even though the two-year training period was both physically and mentally tough, even though he felt fatigued to the bone, even though some nights he cried from the sheer pain and exhaustion of having to push his body to its limits and beyond, Cloud never doubted his choices, stoically bearing through it all. He was a trailblazer among omegas, one of those rare ones that had crafted a life to themselves instead of merely finding a mate and settling down to play home.
In fact, all that sounded like a nightmare to Cloud who wanted freedom and a career; desperately wanted them on his own terms. And finally he was here, a part of the Shinra Space Program, ready to conquer the space and make his living out of it.
After the intensive training period, Cloud’s life consisted of various missions and tasks, including ordinary data monitoring shifts and repairs at the Gaia Base, space exploration, and an occasional secondment to the Shinra Space Station.
Cloud loved especially the last two because those gave him an opportunity to really be in space and feel its mysterious energy pulsing around him. The three-week travel from Gaia to the space station had already become a routine, nothing out of ordinary. They always used the same spacecraft, a sturdy 100-person transport cruiser that was able to carry both personnel and cargo to and from the station. Every once in a while he saw a familiar face and the more he worked, the more those faces started to become familiar, known, warm and friendly.
Slowly, very slowly, Cloud started to gain the trust of his alpha and beta coworkers, crafting himself a spot as Shinra’s badass omega astronaut who was both respected and well-liked, even though he definitely wasn’t the most talkative of persons.
All in all, his life was good—
Until that one fateful day, that one fateful space flight when everything finally went wrong.
Cloud stumbled past the air-sealed doors and empty corridors. His body was barely functioning anymore, limp and hot, his stomach knotted into a painful ball of heat. Sweat was dripping from his forehead to the floor as he ran, leaving a trace of salty drops that stood out in the otherwise clinical environment.
Lights were blinking on touch panels as he passed them and overhead lights were flickering, warnings beeping and blaring all around.
DANGER! EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY! DANGER! EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY!
Despite their best efforts, they had finally lost control of the spacecraft. As if it mattered anymore, thought Cloud deliriously, wave after wave of black heat surging through his body, centering on his abdomen. The air was heavy with his fresh, lustful heat-scent, sprinkled with fear and despair.
Finally, his legs gave out and he slumped against the huge armored nanoglass window, staring at the view in front of him.
Space, endless space, stars and stardust of multiple hues. Beautiful, so deadly.
He drew a deep breath and tried to calm down his nerves, even though he knew that to be futile. His body thrummed; heat was upon him.
And then he heard him.
Him.
The one he had desperately wanted to see even before joining Shinra, his one true secret idol: Space General Sephiroth, Alpha 1st Class.
Cloud drew in a shuddering breath. Beads of sweat were trickling down his temples, a constant annoying drip, drip, d r i p. Mind fuzzy, he faintly wondered how he had ended up here, on this exact space flight that had been hit by an unexpected X-class solar flare causing half of the control system malfunction on spot. They had managed a day, then two, desperately trying to fight the devastating power outage, only to lose the battle somewhere in between Gaia and the space station.
Unfortunately for Cloud, the moment the solar flare had hit the ship, his electronic heat blocker had stopped working, too. After having blocked his heats for years, it had taken him only 24 hours to feel the first trickles of that familiar, awkward, scorching ache in his belly, his body growing stiff with both horror and need. Panic seeping into his very marrow, Cloud had realized that there was no justice in the world after all. He simply couldn’t evacuate with a bunch of alpha soldiers, reeking like heat and sex and slick.
No.
He would need to find a way to endure his heat until the very last evacuation shuttle, until there were no more people onboard, until he was the last one—and hope that he would still be able to make it out.
Scratching his skin desperately, Cloud gulped for breath. He heard the sound of steady, threatening footsteps from somewhere behind him, the only other remaining person onboard approaching him like the predator he was, following his thick scent trail. A painful burning wave after another wracked Cloud’s body as he desperately tried to crawl away but ultimately knowing that he was caught already.
A fleeting panicked call for help flashed through his mind before he was hoisted up and pinned against the window, face slammed against it. The surface was cool against his heated cheek while a hot breath fanned over his sweaty neck.
Sephiroth.
He groaned both from the impact and the heady scent of an aroused alpha. Slick was dripping out of him at the full-body touch, soaking his pants like he was a common bitch. It was humiliating beyond belief, but the heat-addled part of his mind didn’t seem to care.
Cloud went completely limp as the General grabbed the back of his neck with his gloved thumb and forefinger, pressing his tall strong form against Cloud even tighter.
"Cloud," he whispered, a delighted tremor entering his voice. "At last."
Cloud tried to struggle but in vain. His brain was moving at slow-speed, his body throbbing and thrumming, completely beyond any rational command.
"No," he whimpered but Sephiroth merely laughed and brought his perfect full lips close to Cloud's ear. Cloud could smell him, the scent of danger and stardust and fresh snow, now tainted with desire so strong that it made Cloud’s knees weak.
"No? And yet here you are, wet and wanting and hot for me. My perfect omega."
Cloud tried to shake his head but Sephiroth had him pinned against the glass tightly. He couldn’t move a fucking finger, much less his head. Instead, he focused his gaze on the stars on the other side of the window, on the otherworldly blackness of space, seeking comfort in this desperate situation.
His body relaxed eventually but his heart was thundering in his chest. Every part of his body ached, ached for this alpha because he was so, so, empty.
“Alpha,” he whispered hoarsely, hateful, forbidden words. The omega in him purred and rejoiced whereas the rest of him wept in sorrow.
"Better," Sephiroth murmured and his voice dropped. "You can feel it, don't you? Your heat. You want me, you need me."
“Ah,” Cloud gasped.
Sephiroth’s large hands grabbed Cloud's small waist as he pressed his already hard cock against Cloud's back, grinding hard. "Don’t worry. I will fuck you. Breed you and knot you in front of the nebulas and shooting stars. Black holes will bear witness to our union as I'll make you mine for all eternity. My mate, and you shall explode like the brightest of supernovas."
Cloud whimpered and his whole body convulsed from the agony gripping his body. He didn’t want this!
“Oh, my perfect mate,” Sephiroth crooned, suddenly picking up Cloud. The smell of his arousal was heavy in Cloud’s nose, filling his senses completely. All he could think of was this alpha and his pheromones, the need to heal this endless emptiness in him, and the rough, burning need for a thick knot in his hole and sharp fangs on his neck. All else felt secondary, even their imminent death.
Sephiroth started to walk away from the corridor where Cloud had hid himself, away from the blaring noises and flashing lights, away from the chaos of a ship breaking apart. Cloud vaguely registered that they were headed for the escape pods reserved for the highest ranking officers.
“I’ve been watching you,” Sephiroth said almost nonchalantly, as he walked on, carrying Cloud in his arms and holding him like he was the greatest treasure in the whole universe. “The only omega worth my while, the only one I could see as my mate.” His voice was dark and deep and throaty. Perfect.
Thump, thump, thump. The heavy noise of Sephiroth’s boots hitting the floor lulled Cloud into a trance-like state of wanting and not wanting.
“I’ve been waiting, Cloud,” the alpha growled into his ear. “Watching. Biding my time.”
Cloud wanted to say something, to say that no, this isn't what he wanted, but all that came out of his mouth was a wanton whimper. He was so embarrassingly wet, he knew he was soiling Sephiroth’s leather uniform with his drenched trousers. His cock was hard and he desperately wanted to reach out and stroke himself to one of his many unsatisfying orgasms, to relieve the ache inside him even the slightest bit.
“Poor thing,” Sephiroth said and his nostrils flared. “So stubborn, so independent. And now, hard and wet, aching for me. I’m sorry, please bear it a little while longer. Now that I finally have you with me, I’m going to make sure we’ll survive.”
Cloud closed his eyes, trembling with need and pain, shaking with the agonizing cramps and the even more agonizing feeling of being so empty, letting himself be carried to the only escape pod still left in the hangar, protected with the General’s personal bio-ID.
Once they were inside, Sephiroth placed Cloud on his lap and fastened a five-point seatbelt around them both, murmuring words of encouragement into his ears. Cloud was all but sitting on his hard erection, feeling the bulge against his leaking ass, unconsciously squirming to maximize the friction.
“Be good,” Sephiroth growled and bit his ears, sending Cloud into a fit of mewls. He barely registered that the escape pod took off, launching into the deep dark space and leaving the malfunctioning spacecraft behind.
Once they were at a safe distance from the ship, Sephiroth calculated the escape pod’s trajectory to Gaia and set course. Then the incredibly tall alpha unfastened the tight harnesses around them and maneuvered Cloud’s small body around on his lap until they were facing each other. His slit pupils were dilated and Cloud swallowed hard, shuddering and oozing slick.
Sephiroth attacked, his lips crashing on Cloud’s, kissing him roughly and pushing his tongue deep inside his mouth. The kiss alone claimed him, but Cloud knew this wasn’t enough.
“Alpha,” he whimpered into the kiss, desperately clutching at Sephiroth’s head and tugging at his long silver hair that was fastened in a high ponytail. “Alpha, please, alpha.”
Sephiroth made a noise in the back of his throat and kissed him harder, all but tugging and ripping away his clothes until he was naked on his lap, filthy and needy and dripping, leaking all over the alpha’s thighs and his leather-clothed cock. Cloud’s own dick was hard and flushed, fluid oozing from the tip as he rubbed it against Sephiroth’s perfect, muscled body that was still covered by his black uniform.
“Needy little omega, aren’t you? Knowing your mate so well,” Sephiroth kept praising as they kissed, his hands roaming the planes of Cloud’s body, his shoulders and his back, tweaking and pinching and flicking a nipple in a way that made a series of stilted screams escape Cloud’s lips. Before Cloud could do anything else, one of Sephiroth’s large hands had grabbed his ass, kneading the flesh roughly before wiggling between his cheeks and circling his wet, fluttering hole with a finger.
“So fucking wet,” the alpha groaned, pushing the tip of that thick finger inside, pulling out and pushing inside again until all of it was buried inside.
Cloud’s whole body jolted and he gasped pitifully, tears streaming from his eyes. “Alpha, please… Put it in, please, put it in.” Dimly he registered what he was saying, knew that this wasn’t him, but what difference did it make? He couldn’t escape anymore, his body moving in sync with that tormenting finger as it fucked him, hips rolling, ass squeezing around it.
Suddenly Sephiroth spun his chair around and lifted him up, only to place him on the cold floor of the escape pod where there was just enough space for two people to lie down comfortably. He flipped him onto his belly and grabbed his hips, dragging his ass upwards until Cloud knew all of him was exposed for the alpha to see.
He whined, squeezing his hole and making it flutter, hoping it would entice the alpha. Internally, he all but screamed at himself.
He didn’t want this!
But oh, maybe he did, because the moment Sephiroth’s tongue touched his hole and the alpha gave it one steady, sweeping lick, Cloud shattered into atoms and came hard all over the floor, howling and squirming in Sephiroth’s steely grip as if to escape the sensation. The alpha would have none of it, though, merely pushing his tongue more adamantly against his pink, flustered hole, lapping up the slick that was pouring out of him, greedy gulps ringing in the air as he swallowed it all. Then he prodded Cloud’s hole with his tongue, pushing it inside immediately and burying his face between Cloud’s moist cheeks, ruining those beautiful features completely with sticky slick.
Cloud screamed and sobbed as Sephiroth fucked him with his tongue and ate him out with passion, sometimes pulling away only to suck at the sensitive, wrinkled skin of his rim and slurp down some slick, and then he was pushing in again, fucking him so hard that Cloud couldn’t handle it, coming again with a pitiful whimper.
However, he was hard again by the time Sephiroth was finally done.
The alpha straightened his body and moved upwards, placing sweet wet kisses all around Cloud’s spine, tracking the bumps with his tongue and his sharp alpha fangs, his long hair tickling Cloud’s sweaty skin.
“Please, please,” Cloud begged hoarsely, out of his mind with the all-consuming feeling of emptiness. He needed a knot, and he needed now. “Alpha. Sephiroth.”
Sephiroth grunted unsteadily, slapping his ass cheek and making it jiggle. Apparently mesmerized by the sight, he did it again and again, swatting Cloud’s ass until it was all pink and blushed like a virgin omega on their first date with an alpha. “Fuck,” he groaned before spreading Cloud’s cheeks with his large hands and angling his hips to nudge his cock against Cloud’s wet, greedy hole.
“Inside, inside,” Cloud panted like a rabid dog, his mind nothing but red hot mess or desire and pheromones.
Sephiroth did as he was told, pushing against his hole until the ring of muscle gave in and his large, thick cockhead slipped inside. Cloud whimpered and wiggled, unable to bear it. He had never had a heat partner and the sensation of being penetrated for the first was all too much.
“Ah, ah, ahhh,” he panted, staring at the passing shooting stars from the small window of the escape pod with glazed eyes as Sephiroth steadily pushed deeper into him, splitting him apart and carving his home inside his body until they were flushed together, Cloud speared on that thick, long cock.
“Alpha, move, alpha,” he babbled desperately, nothing but a messy jumble of words.
“As my omega wants,” Sephiroth managed to ground out between his clenched teeth before starting to fuck Cloud in earnest. Cloud felt his walls hug that large cock, adamant on keeping it inside, and he sobbed from pleasure—even more so when Sephiroth hit his prostate head one, making Cloud squeal and yell and tremble and shudder until he saw stars with both his eyes open and closed.
A strong hand grabbed his dick and started pumping in tune with the deep earth-shattering thrusts, sometimes teasing the head, and Cloud was coming again, seed spurting out of him as he clenched around that thick alpha cock in him.
“Nnh,” Sephiroth gasped, his deep thrusts becoming short, aborted movements instead. Cloud could feel the swell of his knot at the base of his cock and whined, desperately pushing against it, needing it inside.
“So fucking greedy,” Sephiroth laughed breathlessly, darkly, before forcing his knot inside Cloud and coming, spurting thick loads of cum inside the small omega while keeping them locked together.
Cloud was so blissed out and satisfied with that knot inside him that he didn’t realize something was missing—until he felt Sephiroth’s fangs on his neck, the sharp points piercing his skin and digging into his scent glands, marking him as Sephiroth’s forever.
Screaming, Cloud’s whole body convulsed as he was sent hurling towards another orgasm. Sephiroth followed suit, pumping him full of cum again, his fangs still buried deep in his neck.
Cloud passed out.
When he came to again, Sephiroth’s cock was still inside him, a delicious, thick, throbbing sensation. His neck ached, the new mating mark taking hold.
“My sweet omega,” he heard the alpha General murmur. “Perfect, perfect. You will bear such lovely pups for me, won’t you? I will breed you thoroughly, we have the whole journey until we’re back on Gaia and an eternity afterwards.”
But I don’t want that, Cloud thought blearily, staring out of the window with eyes brimming with tears. Heat simmered in his belly, tiny embers that sparked and prickled. However, there was nothing he could do. The next heatwave was fast approaching, his skin itching and tingling from the impending force of it.
“Alpha, mate,” he whispered, overcome with both gut-wrenching shame and delight. He closed his eyes, not wanting to see the stars anymore—he had a vague idea that he would not be up here ever again.
“My mate,” Sephiroth answered with a soft, content voice, rolling his hips against his ass, nudging his cock deeper. “I will take care of you.”