Midnights

"Fuck," Ari hissed through his teeth as his back hit the wall, stone biting into his skin, his hand coming up to wind around the one that was at his throat. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end at the throaty chuckle that filled the space between them.

"Oh baby, I thought you would never ask."

Ari twisted sharply, a snarl curling out from his lips as he tore away from the other man, sending the other stumbling a meagre half-step back. It didn't matter, though. It was enough. Enough for him to drop out of the crushing embrace, rolling to the side before he was back on his feet again and running down the narrow bank of the canyon's opening.

A heave of startled breath escaped his mouth when a sudden weight collapsed on him from the back, forcing him to the ground, palms bloodying under him as they tried to catch the brunt of his fall. The growl ripped from his throat was a frantic thing as he was maneuvered onto his back, each wrist eventually caught and pinned out to the sides.

Ari bucked up, trying to toss the other off of him, but it was a fruitless attempt.

Amused crimson eyes caught those wild golden ones easily. "Will we do this every time I want to touch you? Awfully poor manners for your intended mate, Ari..."

"Get. Off. Of. Me!"

Ari felt his pulse quicken when the other leaned down, lips a breath away from his neck.

"Afraid not, darling. But come back nicely, and I'd be happy to get off with you."

"Bite me, you piece of shit!"

The chuckle that came forth was a low grumble, fingers tightening against Ari's wrists, "Don't tempt me, lovely... we both know what it would do to you." He shifted, leaning in a little closer, pressing himself against the one beneath him pointedly, "I can already smell what the thought of it is doing to you."

Ari pushed up against him, trying to throw his weight once more, only to be forced back down a moment later. Amber eyes burned, staring at his captor, "What do you want, Rune?" His hand balled into fists, "Fuck, just tell me... what you want."

"I want to take you home, baby. We can't have you roaming around with your heat about to start..." He locked his fingers with Ari's, squeezing them. "You know what they'll do to you out here. You'll be fucked and knotted so many times, this little hole will be aching by the end of it." Rune nuzzled himself down against Ari's neck, into his collar bone, "And you're not for them, baby. You're just for me. You know that."

Ari squirmed as Rune's lips pressed against the hollow of his throat, pulse quickening despite his best attempts to keep it steady. "Fuck you, I don't belong to anyone. I'm not a thing, you assho-"

He was cut off by the sharp indent of teeth into his shoulder, a hiss escaping his lips, body stiffening protectively. His spine curved upwards, only to be pinned back in place as Rune pressed down into him.

"You're mine."

Ari squirmed as the word travelled up his skin, stroking along the core of his belly in a way that he knew it shouldn't have. Fuck, he was too close... his hormones were overwhelming, curling around him, licking along his body. He could feel the instant pull to ease them, to calm them down, to center them so they felt less hostile... but he resisted that.

"You are my mate, Ari. Not a thing. And I want you home with me," Rune murmured against his collar, nuzzling into his neck softly. "You can nest there... be so soft, so warm, so safe..." He pressed his lips against fragrant skin, "I'll be so good to you, baby. My sweetling, I will... take such good care of you."

His head was swimming from the inebriation of it. The alpha being so close to him, the steady thrum of that voice that promised everything so sweetly. His body was reacting; he could feel it, especially with Rune pressed up so insistently against him.

Stupid heat, stupid fucking arranged partnership bullshit, god...

He closed his eyes, trying to real his control back in, only for the rumble against his throat to break his focus entirely. It coaxed a whine out of his throat, a soft thing, an appeasement behaviour towards the one above him.

"What a pretty sound," Rune murmured, "from my pretty boy, hm?"

Ari felt the grip on his wrists lessen a fraction, making his heart jump. He looked up at Rune, the way his lean arms still corded as if waiting for him to do something with the leniency he had just been granted. "Not yours."

"So difficult, baby," and he ground his hips against his slightly, "but I am so glad... that you're at least not arguing about being pretty."

The sound that escaped Ari wasn't one that he was proud of, but there was no holding it back either. As soon as it left his lips, he could feel Rune's cock harden against the apex of his legs. Could feel his own legs desperate to open just that little bit more to accommodate him. "Rune-"

"I know you like my clothes, baby. I've seen you take them for your own, hide them away..."

Ari froze, only for lips to softly graze the lobe of his ear, the waft of his hormones dampening his anxiety.

"You need only ask and I would give them all to you, baby. You can build your nest with everything I have, everything that's mine..." he murmured into his skin. "If you want to wrap yourself in them instead of your own, if you want to rut against them while you sleep, I will deny you nothing." He rocked his hips against his mate's, this stubborn, wild boy that made him so heady and delirious, "and I will adore you always."

And oh how the omega keened at that, much to Ari's displeasure. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that his body, his biology, made it so easy for the other to take advantage. It wasn't fair that the words travelled down to the core of his body, making it impossibly hot, so hot that he felt like he would boil out of his skin.

Most of all, it wasn't fair that Rune do this to him, knowing entirely too much from their time growing up together.

"Let me up. Let me up now."

"Will you run away?"

A pause. "No."

"And you will come home with me?"

Ari looked up at him. "... for now."

"You will let me take you to bed?"

"Fuck off."

"But baby, you're already so hard," Rune ground their hips together, drinking up the precious moan that was strangled from Ari's lips, "and you smell so good. Don't tell me you want to take care of that all by yourself?" His lips trailed along his collar, up to his jaw, tracing the pretty angles that he found while his teeth ached to sink into them. "Not when I would fill you up so perfect. Touch you till you're writhing..."

Ari gasped sharply when one of Rune's hands left his wrists to slip under his pants, palming against his straining erection. "F-fuck, Rune-" his body bucked up into the touch, his voice crooning when those same fingers slipped under his boxers to grasp him. Ari's hand came down, gripping at the material of the man's shirt and fisting it tightly.

"You need that, baby, I know you do..." he stroked softly, languidly, thumb brushing against the leaking head. "You've been aching for it for weeks now, my stubborn boy. Let me just... touch you. Let me make you cum again and again and again till you're crying... till you're begging..."

Rune's hormones were too strong, too much, wrapping around Ari and making him feel like he was drunk as the pleasure curled inside his belly. And in turn, he could feel his own markers seeping out to keep him close -- desperate for more, more, more. He whined, hand sliding under the other's shirt, touching the taut muscles and the v that led all the way to the waist of his jeans. "Rune... Alpha... c-can't..."

There was a guttural purr at that, something that travelled all the way down into Ari and made that knot in his stomach jump. He felt his other wrist become free, felt the way Rune's weight shifted to give his other hand more space to work.

"What can't you do, baby? Mm?"

Ari jerked his hips upwards when the man's hand dipped down just enough to dip against the wetness before returning to his cock, the slick warmth making his fingers glide against sensitive skin. His free hand, the one recently released, curled around the back of Rune's neck as he squirmed, "N-not here..."

"Right here," Rune purred against his ear, pulling back just enough to watch those golden eyes cloud and those teeth tug at his bottom lip. He leaned down, nipping the lip free, "Fuck into my hand, baby... fuck into my hand and make yourself cum. Let me watch you."

Ari's cheeks blazed in embarrassment, but the coil in his stomach tightened traitorously.

The retort caught on his lips, swallowed by the moan that surged forward as he bucked into the other's closed fist. He couldn't stop. So close to heat, with someone touching him, inebriating him with their scent...

Fuck... fuck!

"Then I'll take you home and fuck this little hole for real. Till you're full... and dripping..." Rune murmured against his lips, like it was the most sweetly spoken promise in the world, "all mine, sweet boy."

Ari clenched down as he came against Rune's fingers, arching up, clutching the other man tightly like he was a lifeline in a storm. The desperate coo made those fingers react in turn, pumping him until he was a shaking, trembling mess. He could feel the slick coating his thighs, his pants, painted across Rune's hand that stayed exactly where it was until he was completely spent.

Rune kissed that swollen lower lip again, eyes thick with lust. "Let's go home, baby, hm?"

It was all Ari could do to nod, disheveled and red, completely embarrassed from having just been jerked off and made to cum all over himself. And somehow, the coil inside his belly was starting to tighten all over again. Wanting, needing, still heady and high off the feeling.

Eyes fluttered upwards when he felt a finger against his mouth, lips parting naturally. They closed softly around the digits without even realizing. And even when he realized the taste of cum against his tongue, he didn't pull away. He kept them there, glancing almost shyly up at the other as he gently sucked them clean.

Rune's tongue flickered over his lips, enthralled as he watched, "What a good boy you are, cleaning up your mess..." He looked so pretty like this, drunk off his pleasure, agreeable and sweet instead of fighting him tooth and nail. He cherished it. Relished it, his beautiful boy handing him the reins for a blissful moment in time.

Ari shifted just slightly, hands still pressed against the other's obliques as he cleaned off the fingers in his mouth dutifully before letting them slip away.

Rune was thick and swollen against him; he could feel it, and he could feel his legs wanting to lift to anchor him closer. To take him inside, a daunting thought considering he'd never done anything like that before.

"Ari," Rune breathed, almost a growl against his ear.

It wasn't till he stopped to focus that he realized he was grinding upwards against him, fingers creeping steadily down. He flushed immediately, hands stalling their progress, willing his body back down to the floor.

His gaze flickered upwards when Rune took one of his wandering hands, bringing it to his lips and kissing his knuckles softly.

"If you start touching me, baby, we're not going to make it back to the house. And I want you to be comfortable in your nest-" crimson eyes blistered upwards, teeth nipping soft skin, "-when I have you bent over and full of my cock."

Ari's head hit the ground, biting into his lip as the omega keened inside of him.

Jesus fucking christ, he had no chance. No fucking chance at all.