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It was the same face every week, staring at Taehyung a second too long. He held his ID up, waiting for the soldier to open the gate at the checkpoint, leaving Taehyung wondering what it was that the other saw that kept him so mesmerized. If it was the dirty hunter, barely surviving in this cold wasteland, if it was just disdain for a meaningless local he had to guard, or… if he just wanted to stare at Taehyung’s face. He knew he was burned, dark and worn from the bright sun, unkempt and gritty, and he was too lean for an omega. But he was still pretty, and maybe the soldier had noticed as well.
Taehyung’s eyes narrowed when the soldier didn’t move, and it startled him out of his staring. He pressed the button to open up the gate, his mouth twitching as if he wanted to say something. But Taehyung stared straight ahead, pulling on his hovercraft to wobble over the snowy road, feeling the gaze burning into his neck.
A few weeks passed, and every time Taehyung had to pass the gate, it was always the same one staring at him silently. It was unnerving and Taehyung hated how it got under his skin. The soldiers had better weapons than they did, and they had the quiet, mutual agreement to leave each other in peace. It didn’t mean that Taehyung didn’t hate the encounter every time. He hated how the face didn’t leave his mind for hours afterwards, how he didn’t know if he wanted to punch the soldier, scratch him up or-
He shook his head. Sometimes, the loneliness on the icy planes got to him.
“Oh.”
It was the first time Taehyung heard his voice, and it was deep, deeper than he had expected. He was standing outside of his little checkpoint building, smoking. It was blowing quickly away in the stiff wind, and Taehyung didn’t want to wait. He wasn’t the one diverging from their ever reoccurring script. He moved up to the soldier, holding his ID ready. The soldier could reach through the window and press the button, there was no reason to stall.
The soldier only looked at him curiously when Taehyung stood right in front of him. He was a bit taller, a bit broader, his face still a bit lighter than the locals. Taehyung felt his heart start racing, and he was getting agitated, angry, barely able not to show his teeth. The soldier was getting closer, until their noses were only inches apart, and his gaze was intense, wandering to Taehyung’s lips over and over until they trembled and Taehyung licked over them, breaking the spell. The soldier took another drag and reached through the window to push the button. Taehyung looked away, straight ahead until he was out of sight.
It had gotten late. A snowstorm had kept Taehyung at home, and it was mostly dark when he reached the checkpoint. He hated travelling at night, when only the dim moonlight and the occasional bands of green and purple illuminated the plans, making it hard to see depth. And the biting cold. Though this time… noise broke the sheer endless quiet of the planes, laughter and voices, coming from the warm glow of the checkpoint building. When Taehyung was close enough, he could make out at least three of them, and he felt uneasy. He knew there had to be more soldiers working in the checkpoint, but he only ever saw one.
When he reached the window, he knocked, and his soldier appeared, surprise visible on his face. He opened the hatch, not even looking at the ID and smiled. Taehyung didn’t even know how to interpret that, and flinched back, but the other didn’t seem to notice or care.
“Late today. The snowstorm was bad, hm?” He looked back when someone said something to him, which gave Taehyung a second to compose himself. His voice… it was a lot. Smooth and deep, like the lakes deep in the mountains, with a clear foreign accent.
When the soldier turned back around, Taehyung let his hand drop down, waiting for the button press. Instead, the soldier opened the window completely, holding out a steaming cup to him.
“Here. ‘s something from home. Warms you right up.” He smiled again, and Taehyung felt himself shiver. He didn’t like this guy. They had come to their home, putting up barriers and checkpoints, trying to control and regulate but only making everything more difficult. There was no need for peace and order, the locals knew how to live with the ice and all the soldier did was holding Taehyung’s trek to the village up, with that intense, uncomfortable stare.
“I don’t drink,” Taehyung said, and he saw the other’s eyes widen. He had never heard Taehyung speak, either.
“It’s not alcoholic,” the soldier finally said. Taehyung didn’t want it, not from him, but what if he denied it too often? There were more soldiers than he could handle. Would they… attack him? The threat was always looming, stories from visitors, rumors from other worlds. Even though this one seemed harmless, but maybe Taehyung had just turned complacent.
He took the cup, sipping on it. It was warm, and tasted spicy. It was burning his tongue, used to more mellow flavors, and he coughed, but he couldn’t deny that it felt nice. Taking another sip, he put the cup back down, staring at the soldier until his smile faltered and he pressed the button.
Taehyung turned around wordlessly and pulled on his hovercraft, shaking slightly in the wind.
He was delayed for three days. His heat had just passed, leaving him tired and exhausted and irritable. It was of course stupid not to spend it in his secure home, warm enough, food enough, but he had always felt better when he spent it outside in his tent, setting up traps during the day and jerking off at night. Only when the bleeding started he tended to collect his bounty. He could hunt most animals in these parts, but it didn’t mean they couldn’t be dangerous during his weak moments, especially when his scent made it interesting to find him.
All he wanted to do was getting the delivery done, take a bath in the village bathhouse and head back home to sleep. But this time, the soldier didn’t only stare, but opened the window to lean out, getting close enough that Taehyung had to take a step back.
“You’re late,” the soldier said, and his voice was rough, accent strong.
Taehyung nodded. “Sick,” he said, moving a bit towards the gate, putting distance between them. He was wearing enough layers, but he wasn’t sure how sensitive the noses of these foreigners were. He didn’t want a confrontation, especially not when he was still feeling raw.
The soldier eyed him for a long time before he sat back down, opening the gate. Taehyung released his breath, trying to relax his tense shoulders, and didn’t look back.
The bathhouse was like a gift from heaven. Taehyung only had wipes at home, so he was cherishing the luxury of sitting in hot water until he felt dizzy. It was a natural spring, and he could smell the minerals in it, could feel his body relax and warm up. If he didn’t know that it would make it even harder to leave he would consider staying the night, but as it was… he sank in deeper, until only his face was above water. He was still feeling tender, the last remnants of his heat still clinging to his body, and the warmth was soothing the slight ache left over from it.
Absentmindedly rubbing between his legs to get the itchy feeling away, he saw some other omegas coming in. He didn’t talk much with the villagers, not sure about what, but it was still nice just to be close to people. They smiled at him when they saw him, and he smiled back, politely. So different from-
With a shake of his head he tried to get the thought away. His face felt warm, but the water was hot. It meant nothing.
Usually, Taehyung didn’t stop at the gate on his way back. It opened on its own, knowing there was only the wilderness and hunters on that side of it, but Taehyung blamed it on his irritable mood, on his barely over heat, on the cold that tried its best to remove all the relaxation from his body, that he glanced inside the checkpoint building. No one was at the station, but deeper inside, barely visible through the dim light, he saw the soldier moving. He turned around just then, staring at Taehyung.
It was a stalemate. Taehyung had stopped, unsure what to do, and when he saw the soldier moving, he... waited.
The soldier came outside, his breath making cloudy puffs and he was shivering. Still not used to it after months. Taehyung scoffed, and the soldier’s mouth quirked into a grin. He walked closer, stopping right in front of Taehyung, making him look up.
“Feeling better?” he asked. Taehyung didn’t move, his eyes wandering down to the length of the soldier’s neck, bared and covered in goosebumps. When he looked up again, the soldier looked hungry. As if all the dancing around for weeks and months was finally too much, when Taehyung was still smelling like a wounded animal, like warm water and pelts.
He opened his mouth, hesitating for a moment, before he moved in. And kissed him.
It happened in a blur. He barely moved his cart to the side, pulled into the building. The soldier’s grip was strong, and he was impatient, dragging Taehyung to his quarters.
“No one home?” Taehyung asked, even through the haze of want wary of the foreigners staying on their planet.
“In the village,” the other said. He pushed his uniform jacket off, his boots, enough layers until he was standing in only his undershirt, grabbing Taehyung by the waist when he had reached the same point of undress.
Taehyung pressed his mouth to the soldier’s neck, smelling him, his heavy musk, licking over it until he felt dizzy. He hadn’t fucked anyone in so long, he felt the ache deep inside his core until he whined, pulling on the undershirt.
“Fuck,” the other said, willingly letting Taehyung do as he pleased. Taehyung pushed him on the bed before he removed everything except for his underwear, straddling the soldier. Taehyung kissed him, his hands dragging over his shoulders, holding on to his neck until the other groaned and bucked up into him. He flipped them over, almost crashing into Taehyung in his haste to get his pants off. Taehyung huffed at the display, pleased by it, and spread his legs wide to accommodate the other’s broad frame. Kissing him felt like poison, like drugs playing with his mind and turning him into a brainless animal.
“Ugh,” he grunted, when the soldier licked over Taehyung’s chest, pulling on his necklace until it was lightly strangling him. He bucked up, rubbing against the bedding until the soldier finally moved, pulling Taehyung’s underwear off.
“Do it,” he commanded, and the soldier, good, obedient boy that he was, only stared at Taehyung darkly before he dove down, spreading Taehyung’s lips to lick over him in broad strokes. He still smelled and tasted like heat, he still felt it, and he groaned loudly when the soldier held his hips down to lick it all up, the slick that was pouring out of him, the last few drops of blood that hadn’t left his system yet. It was embarrassing how easily he was riled up, only used to his fingers. The last time he had fucked an alpha, fucked anyone had been another hunter deep in the mountains, when it was too cold to spend the night alone, too lonely. Too desperate.
He groaned again, almost hiccuping when he came, and the soldier licked it all up, wiping his fingers through it before he pushed them in. Taehyung’s hips moved desperately, and the soldier removed his hand, holding it out for Taehyung who licked it all up while his eyes didn’t leave the other for a second. He tasted sweet, tangy, bloody. It was making him feral.
“Get down,” Taehyung said, pulling on the soldier’s last piece of clothing. He was so pale, even paler than Taehyung on the parts the sun never saw. He wanted to mark him up, he wanted to make sure he would feel it for at least days if not weeks. The moment the soldier was finally naked and lying on his back, Taehyung crawled over him. He bared his teeth, his fangs sharp and willing to bite. The other growled, his lips barely moving, but he accepted the challenge.
Taehyung only licked over the other’s neck, barely grazing him, while he fumbled behind himself until he had grabbed the dick, aligned it with his hole and… sat down. They both groaned when he was all the way down, needing a second to get used to the sensation, before he sat up and slapped down with force. He didn’t need long, holding on to the other’s neck while he was scratching up Taehyung’s arms, setting a brutal pace. Taehyung was slapping down hard enough to feel it, his thighs straining, but he wanted to see the other loose it. The soldier was barely keeping it together with the fast thrusts, throwing his head back in a beautiful display that made Taehyung’s pace falter for a second.
Enough for the soldier to use it to throw him off. Taehyung couldn’t react fast enough when he was pushed down into the pillows, held by his neck. He growled in defiance and frustration, trying to dislodge the hand, but the soldier was too strong in the position.
Taehyung screamed when a hard slap landed on his ass, and another, enough that the pain started to turn into numbness, and he bit the pillow not to give the other a show. When it stopped, he barely registered the other spreading his cheek apart, only when he plunged into Taehyung’s hole he screamed, panting into the bedding.
It hurt, the way the soldier’s thick length rammed into him, deeper in this position, and not letting Taehyung catch his breath for a second. The soldier didn’t care, leaning over Taehyung and biting his shoulder, his fangs leaving pinprick marks while he held Taehyung down with his weight.
“Huh?” the soldier said, mockingly. “Yeah?”
Taehyung abruptly let himself fall down flat, enough surprise to swiftly crawl away from under the soldier. He slipped on the soldier’s back, putting him in a chokehold, feeling him strain against him, gasping for air, his muscles bulging but Taehyung’s didn’t let go, no matter how much his arms were scratched up. Only when the tension started to fade, he let the soldier flop back down again, scratching wide over his broad back.
He could see tiny droplets of blood, enjoyed licking them up and wanting more , he wanted to finish what they had started.
“Hey,” Taehyung said, moving off the soldier to let him turn around again. His face was red and blotchy, spit making his lips shine. Taehyung leaned down to kiss him, soft and sweet, and just when he moved away with a smile, the other staring at him dumbfoundedly, he spit into the soldier’s open mouth.
The soldier gagged, abruptly sitting up and pushing Taehyung hard enough in the chest that he could feel the pain shoot through his sternum. He couldn’t help it, he started laughing, while the other obviously gathered his strength again.
“Just spit,” Taehyung mumbled, rubbing over his chest. “Come here.”
The soldier bared his teeth, sitting against the headboard but he let Taehyung crawl into his lap, sitting down on the soldier’s dick again.
“Do it,” the other said, and Taehyung only smiled before he gathered himself and spit right onto the other’s face.
This time, he was prepared. This time, his dark eyes didn’t leave Taehyung’s, wandering to his long neck, holding on to his waist so tightly that it would leave marks, helping him push down harder and harder until they both panted into each other’s mouths, so close but not touching, not yet.
The soldier came first, with a loud groan, burying his face into Taehyung’s neck, mouthing at it like a kitten. His knot inflated and pushed Taehyung over the edge, panting fast when he felt the pulse roll over him in waves. He felt the soldier’s dick twitch inside him, full and wet and pressing hard into Taehyung’s walls.
It took them a long while to calm down. Taehyung was flung over the soldier bonelessly, when he heard his deep rumbling.
“s not gonna be a problem?”
Taehyung needed long to grasp what he wanted to say, but then he only grunted. “Not fertile right now,” he said, keeping himself from starting to quip. How couldn’t the soldier know that? He smelled delicious, but not when he was still bleeding, ever so faintly. He never wanted to quip.
Moving back, he stared at the soldier. He moved his hands up, slowly, and grabbed the soldier’s neck. He put pressure on, just wanting to see what would happen, but when the other just looked at him calmly he let go, resting them on the other’s shoulders.
“I could kill you,” Taehyung whispered.
“Do it, then,” the soldier said. “Since you hate me so much.”
Taehyung smiled, wide and toothy. He could rip out his throat no problem, he didn’t even need a knife. But… “I don’t hate you,” Taehyung said. “I… hate… this place.” He let his finger run down the side of the soldier’s face, and he leaned into it.
“Makes sense,” the soldier whispered back. “I hate this planet. You are the only good thing on it.” His voice was so deep and quiet, his accent so strong, it was hard to understand.
“Why?” Taehyung asked, barely a whisper.
“I don’t know,” the other said, carefully moving Taehyung up. His knot had deflated and Taehyung felt the come run out of him. “There’s something about you.”
Taehyung eyed him for a long moment, until the other averted his eyes, instead leaned down to spread Taehyung’s legs and lick his mess up. He was so good. Obedient. Just the right amount of unruly to keep Taehyung on his toes.
When his head emerged again, Taehyung nodded at him, and he leaned up for a kiss. He took his time, savoring their combined taste, how the soldier was so soft with him, letting him do as he pleased. He wanted to mark him up, keep him on a leash and drag him through the mountains, show him how the wilderness on their planet was special, how he could spend weeks in the open planes and only feel at peace, how he despised the thought of those planets they came from, full and full of people and that it was so much better here.
Quiet. Beautiful.
Hm.
“I’m Namjoon,” the soldier whispered, licking over his lips when he moved away the tiniest bit. He almost said it into Taehyung’s mouth, straight into his core.
“Taehyung,” he whispered back.
“Will you come back?”
“I’ll be out hunting for a while.” Taehyung felt his tongue heavy. He hadn’t talked that much with a single person in… he didn’t even remember. “Come with me,” he said before his brain could catch up.
The soldier’s eyes widened, but he didn’t say no. He only looked at Taehyung, lying in his bed, debauched and sweaty, flushed and beautiful. He let his fingers run through Taehyung’s hair, and Taehyung nuzzled his head against it.
“Careful. I bite.”
Namjoon smiled, showing his own fangs. But it wasn’t a threat. It was playful.
“I know.”
Namjoon still hadn’t answered when Taehyung left, walking through the dark night back to his home. It was bitingly cold, and he had to cover everything up, making him smell the remnants of his night even stronger. They didn’t need those foreigners on their home, trying to dictate them where they were allowed to go, how they should live.
But… he never thought about wanting to make them stay.