ZAKHAR [NSFW]

It's easy to say what a man would do in a situation like this. But it was far more difficult to put it into practice. Either that, or maybe Matt really was just fucked in the head. Irrespective of the rage that broiled inside him and spawned an uncomfortable wriggling sensation inside his gut, the man stayed perfectly still. 

Partially because that fucking bite was doing something to him. Something unspeakable. And partially because he could hear the bed groaning under their every move; two massive alphas crammed onto a tiny, suspended bed? Metal be damned, Cifer wasn't just a brute—he was also a supe. 

He could easily have both bunks come crashing down with them, and Matt wasn't stupid. He needed to be clever about this. 

"... Can't you just… talk to me about shit for once?" Matt said. 

His teeth obstructed the flow of air from his words. The dark-haired man blamed being pinned to a bed and actively ignored the deep, primal heat building in his core. One that made it even harder to catch his breath. 

Apparently, the brute didn't like that idea. Cifer bit just a little harder, and Matt's mind degraded into a frothing sea of instinctual responses instead. He ended up sounding irrevocably lewd—despite intending his breathy, furious huff to be intimidating. The pair of them froze, and to Matt's horror, he could feel something swell against his lower back. 

"Cif–"

Those teeth were damn near bruising as Cifer's jaw tightened further. Matt's eyes fluttered; every fiber of his being attempted to withhold what he was certain wouldn't do him any favors. However, in doing so, the look on his face ended up being more expressive than an audible cry ever could. If there was such a thing as an 'o' face, Mattias Kohler just made one.

Fuck, his head was fuzzy. They probably sedated him. And, as much as he would have liked to blame the hot pulse of his heartbeat running through his manhood on being drugged, he simply couldn't. He could think plenty well on his own. Move, too. Mattias had full access to every single one of his mental and physical faculties, but here he was, not trying to lift Cifer up and bash the bastard against the bunk above them. 

Somewhere, amidst Cifer's raw, candied scent, he realized just how much bigger the traitorous fuck really was. Yeah, he'd felt it before, but not like this. Not while he was hard. It made Matt's breath hitch as the heat pressing against his lower back followed a trail down his ass. 

"... Get off already. You made your point."

Cifer finally pulled his teeth from Matt's neck. He sucked in a painful breath as he did, but Cifer's lips were against the shell of his ear seconds later. 

"Say it."

Though not spoken with his alpha voice, it remained so abyssal and seductive it sent a pleasing pang of arousal extending out from deep within his belly. Mattias wriggled out one of his arms from under Cifer and, without thinking, reached behind him to slide it between them. He'd hoped to force the man's hips up enough to put some space between him and his knot, but Matt underestimated the distance of his fingers. 

They brushed the root of Cifer's cock, spreading a thick, impossible heat reverberating between them both. This was wrong. Unnatural. So fucking dirty that he wanted to scream—and yet, the only sounds that left his throat were muffled, strangled breaths as his chest heaved faster and his hormones went wild. 

He wanted to fuck. No, needed to. But he also wanted to tear Cifer's throat out with his teeth. This situation was completely screwed up, and the harder he pushed against Cifer to pry him off, the more his erection filled the gap against his fingers. 

The smell of caramel was overpowering the roasted marshmallows, and Matt knew this had to end before they crossed a line they couldn't come back from. So, as he learned when Cifer had attempted to dominate him the first time, Matt decided giving the blond what he wanted was the fastest way to get the man to fuck off. That's what worked the last time, so it couldn't possibly be any worse this time. 

Could it? 

"... Zakhar."

It was Cifer's turn to choke in a strangled breath, and for some unfathomable reason that broke Matt's brain, Cifer's scent spiked with something sexual and masculine. It should have set Matt off, disgusted him, but right now, it was doing the exact opposite.

"Oh, fuck–"

He was going mad. Had to be. That sounded hissed and moaned at the same time in a way so intimate, Matt's cock wept. But Cifer would never sound like that for him. It's impossible.

Matt's body grew warmer, tighter, and harder under Cifer's weight in a way he'd never experienced before. "You have to… get off," he said. 

"Yeah, I do." Puffs of air passed against Matt's ear as a hand slid down to his hip and snaked under him. 

He made the mistake of trying to arch his hips up and away from the touch, but all that accomplished was grinding his ass against Cifer's undeniable erection. It also gave Cifer the space he needed to press his palm against Matt's fucking knot.

"Wait, I'll get you sick—"

"God, you're such a fucking princess. Shut up. It's fine."

Fuck! Cifer was whispering nonsense into his ear while his fingers massaged Matt's knot and pulled a repressed, garbled moan from his throat. Someone touching his knot intimately for the first time in his life sent any apprehension flying out the window. The growing hormonal imbalance of having been on blockers—for damn near his entire life, no less—drowned any further protest. 

The burgeoning conditions for a rut were slipping through the cracks.

Cifer's hips interrupted his thoughts by rolling against his back and lower ass. What should have been a horrifying experience only forced his own body down against the bed, and into Cifer's hand, even harder. A wave of pleasure echoed his body and travelled out of his throat—loud enough that Cifer released Matt's neck and his hand over his mouth instead. 

He could move better now. Fight back. Instead, he remained where he was. The alpha's own cock sought more friction, more heat, more of Cifer's palm fucking against his knot. Dark eyes rolled into the back of his skull as he gave in to the feeling and started rolling his own hips into a circular motion. 

He wasn't gay. Neither was Cifer. This… It was just two backed up and sexually frustrated soldiers blowing off some steam. So when the seductive feel of said two alphas violating the natural order of things started getting wetter, firmer, and more difficult to keep quiet, things escalated even more. 

Hands were temporarily pulled aside to fumble with pant zippers and hems. Words ceased to exist in favor of hasty arousal; Matt's pants got yanked down just enough to expose his ass and free half his member. Moments later, something heavy, thick, and pulsing with Cifer's heat fell against Matt's exposed flesh. 

He wanted to warn him not to touch him directly. The blond would get infected, too. He wanted him dead, but not like this. 

However, Cifer spitting into both their hands and returning them to their swollen, needy lengths sent that flimsy thought flying out the window. His free hand flew up to the sheets near where the pillow had been and clawed it so violently that he felt the sheets tear under it. 

Cifer's sensual, terrifyingly intimate roll of his hips turned into something more animalistic and virile as his cock slipped between Matt's ass and grew more desperate. His lips were barely inches away from Matt's face. Cifer's scent was mind-numbingly overwhelming as Matt curled his hand around the blond's knot. With the line successfully crossed, Mattias fucked the other man's wet, slick palm in kind. 

They both devolved into forbidden, carnal madness; frustrated puffs of air and unspoken curses mingled with barely there moans as they sped up to something savage. The two alphas stopped being men and transformed into pure, muscled, mating instinct as they got closer to release, and Matt thought he might go mad from how good it felt. 

He'd never so much as risked touching himself for fear of spreading his infection, so the thrumming, electric sex and ecstasy filling his system had made him nothing more than an incoherent mess. 

"Shit, Princess, I'm—" Cifer's hand flew off Matt's mouth and found its way to the back of Matt's hand that was still tangled in the sheets. 

His fingers entwined over Matt's as they grew erratic, raw and altogether slick with pre-cum and sweat. Matt had to fill his mouth with sheets a moment later, because an explosion of pleasure wracked through his body so powerfully he half shouted. His vision waned into something marvelously dizzy seconds later, so he screwed his eyes shut just to feel his body cumming for the first time.

His seed spilled into his pants and his knot grew under Cifer's grip, with each needy pump only spreading the warm, black seed further up his shaft. With a few more thrusts so primal that it made the metal base of their bed groan with every snap, Cifer followed suit with a baritone growl that made itself home inside Matt's body; Cifer's cum overpowered Matt's, filling the room with nothing but him. It was dense, sultry and pooled in the man's pants with each rope somehow more than the last. 

Even then, it drenched through and made slippery work of the smaller alpha's backside. As Matt worked himself through his orgasm, Cifer did too, and soon the two alphas were a mess of cum, relief, and the taboo buzz of a forbidden afterglow. 

They were so royally screwed.