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Day 1
April 2nd, 2015
Eobard woke up groggy and immediately knew something was deeply wrong. Lately, the Negative Speed Force was stable enough to have him alert every morning. He slept less, often waking before the sun. Now? It was bright, closer to noon’s light.
He feigned sleep for a moment longer, taking stock of his body. He felt weak. His power was weak.
He also wasn’t alone. He heard slow breathing and felt someone else’s body heat radiating. Worse, he could more strongly feel the Speed Force than he should. So, when he finally opened his eyes and turned his head, he wasn’t surprised to see Barry Allen. It was a familiar sight from the coma days. But here, it was a complete aberration.
Eobard sat up to look around the room. It wasn’t his house or the West house. It wasn’t even Barry’s old apartment. Unlike anywhere else he could think of, where there should be doors, there were only curtains. Eobard had no idea where they were. He did, however, take note of the sound of a rooster. The singular large window had its curtains open. He could see a forest view.
He looked around the room again. It wasn’t cleanly impersonal like a hotel. There were knick-knacks on a shelf on the wall, all mismatched. On his bedside table, there was even a phone charging. It just wasn’t his phone. It had no password, but it also had no signal and no internet.
Then he realized how strong the scent of them both was. He quickly realized he wore no scent patches or scent-masking deodorant. Oh, goddamn it.
He was only wearing what he’d gone to bed in, after all. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. None of this made sense.
There was also no sign of his wheelchair, which was just rude. He didn’t actually need it, but still. It had implications regarding their captors.
Then, with the sounds of a hibernating bear waking, Barry finally awoke. He was on his side facing Eobard, so Barry startled. He sat up quickly, shirtless. Eobard hoped there were at least underwear.
“What?!” Barry asked, voice rough with sleep. “Dr. Wells?”
“Hello, Mr. Allen. I don’t suppose that you chose to kidnap me in my sleep?”
Barry boggled at him. “What? No! No, of course not. Why—?”
“Because I didn’t kidnap you in your sleep. So, we have a problem.”
Barry stared for a few seconds longer and then rapidly looked around. “Do you know where we are?”
“No idea.”
Barry clambered out of bed. Thankfully, he was actually wearing boxers. Not that it really helped them any.
“Do the phones work?” he asked, lifting the one on his side.
“Mine didn’t.”
Barry checked his and made a frustrated noise. Then he was a blur, checking the doorways. One must lead out of the bedroom, since he zoomed out of it. He was slower than he should be.
Then he was back, too quickly, and hit a fist against the window. It didn’t crack at all. There was just a dull thud.
“You should probably use an elbow,” Eobard pointed out.
“The external doors are metal and locked. The windows are fake: it’s some kind of screen,” Barry said, and then made eye contact. “I … can’t phase. I can’t get fast enough to phase.”
He wasn’t wearing a power-dampening collar or cuffs. That was more in line with today’s technology level. Eobard didn’t think nanite dampeners strong enough to weaken a speedster had been invented yet.
The bedroom alone was far larger than the pipeline cells.
“Is this place house-sized?” Eobard asked.
Barry looked confused. “Um, yes. Smaller than yours, though.”
“So, it was an expensive prison to make. There’s also a lot of effort, all of the small touches. Then, to keep you here, our captor found a way to weaken you.
“I went to bed like usual. I never woke up until I was here. What about you?”
Barry warily eyed the corners of the room. “Same here.”
“So, he was able to break into our homes without waking us. He was also able to keep us asleep or unconscious until we got here. You’re not an easy person to drug.”
Barry nodded and rubbed the back of his neck. “He didn’t set off the house alarms or wake Joe, I’d guess. He also had to be able to carry our deadweight and transport us.”
He looked at Eobard and then looked around again. “He didn’t bring your wheelchair. Why not?”
“Yes, rudely,” Eobard said. “I suppose the intent was to limit my mobility.”
That was possible, and the alternative was worse.
Barry frowned and narrowed his eyes. “He knows I’m the Flash. Otherwise, nothing would be done to dampen powers at all. I get why someone would kidnap me. For someone to kidnap you, I’d expect it was because of the explosion. But why both of us, and why put us in a bed together?”
Eobard shrugged.
Barry ran a hand through his hair and started pacing. “I can’t see any cameras. And I don’t get it. Why put us in here if there’s no way to watch us? I don’t think the windows could be used like a one-way mirror.”
“There could be listening devices,” Eobard suggested.
But he’d had the same thought. There weren’t any visible cameras. No red light shining their way. That didn’t mean there weren’t any cameras. After all, no one had ever found the futuristic bugs that he’d planted.
“We’re awake. He has to know we’re awake. So, why not make demands? Threaten us?” Barry did a circuit, beginning to look at the light fixtures. “Usually, villains want to gloat. But nobody’s bragging about capturing or weakening me.”
“It could be an interrogation technique. Or maybe he still works a job with normal hours.” Either option was possible, but Eobard wasn’t sure it was plausible.
He felt watched, the back of his neck prickling. He also felt like he was missing something. It was like his mind kept veering away from an obvious clue.
“Maybe,” Barry said, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Can you check the air vents?” Eobard asked. “I’d like to know if I’m likely to suffocate or not.”
Barry went a shade paler and then nodded. “Yeah, yeah, I can do that.”
Given a few more minutes, they had more information. The house has air moving through the vents, running water, and a fully stocked kitchen (with a pantry that had a weirdly large amount of oatmeal). Again, it was a lot of effort and funds to put all of this together.
“It seems our captor intends to keep us for a while. That, or keep people in general here in the long term,” Eobard said. “If it’s all for us, that’s odd. I can’t think of any obvious reason to keep us trapped here for--hmm, could you count up how many days of food? Assuming you don’t use your powers.”
Barry only took a moment. “Around two weeks, I think.”
“I could see someone keeping the Flash locked up for a few days to accomplish some kind of plot,” Eobard said. “Maybe it isn’t all for us.”
It didn’t make sense. He couldn’t think of any of the Flash’s Rogues who would go to all this effort. Why kidnap the Flash and a disabled physicist?
He took in a breath of air, and then he smelled it. He tensed, freezing in place. He’d just mentally categorized it as strange. Now he recognized the scent. He closed his eyes, fearing they’d turn red in rage. Of course! Of course, this would happen.
Barry Allen was a beta before the particle accelerator explosion. He became a speedster and an alpha. But the changes were minimal in becoming a more muscular knothead.
Eobard was born a beta. Then he recreated the circumstances that gave the Flash his power without knowing all the information. In his case, he didn’t become a man’s man. No, he connected to the Negative Speed Force. In everything, he became the Flash’s opposite. He became an omega. And this wasn’t painless. The worst part of it was his pelvis breaking to reshape itself. Once was enough. Then Eobard stole a beta’s body. Seemingly, Fate hated him and made it happen twice.
Harrison Wells was a beta. The change there happened too fast for it to be truly called suffering. For years, Eobard hoped the new body would stay as his body. But when the Negative Speed Force fully returned to him, it remade him again.
Now, he was an omega again. Nobody could know that, of course. The present had acceptable hormonal treatments. At high enough doses, they worked fine.
They had worked fine, he should say. They weren’t working any longer. He could have accepted being outed by the scent if that was all. He could have tolerated bleeding through his clothes. But no, he was going into heat.
He hadn’t had a heat in years. Decades, maybe. It had been so long he almost forgot what it smelled like and what it felt like. Now he felt the prickling heat and the beginning of sweat. It was terrifying. He hated that and it enraged him, but he was still terrified.
The Flash was an alpha. Eobard knew that theoretically. The patches and deodorant did some, but didn’t fully dampen a speedster. Eobard met his hero for the first time, and both of them were strong with the scent of ozone. But they were obviously alpha and omega. Then the Flash’s scent had changed, so rapidly. Musk and lust, Eobard had fully recognized later. His scent had increased alongside, both of them terribly compatible with each other.
He hadn’t had much time to think about it. The Flash had immediately launched into trying to brutally attack Eobard. So new to it all, he hadn’t been great at dodging yet, either.
The Flash had smelled like rut the whole time. Eobard hadn’t known why the Flash hated him so much at that point. But afterward, Eobard always believed the hatred had to have some psychosexual component. It was just repulsive, so he kept the knowledge to himself.
Anyway, he’d learned his lesson. He couldn’t be an omega around the Flash. It made Eobard weaker and the Flash more vicious.
“Dr. Wells? You look pale. Are you okay?” Barry asked, suddenly standing at the end of the bed.
Eobard would deny the way he flinched back against the headboard. And now? Now, he had an idea about why they were both here.
“There’s no bedroom door to lock.”
He hadn’t intended to say that thought, but it was true. Not that it mattered. Barry could kick in a flimsy interior door, with or without powers. Eobard doubted there was anything in this house that would work as a barricade, either. That would be quite the design flaw. Honestly, now he was even more baffled about the little stone bears on the shelf. Who put those in a sex dungeon?
Barry was still lost. He repeatedly looked between the doorway curtain and Eobard.
“And that’s a problem?” Barry asked.
Eobard considered the odds. Escape within an hour (or less) was unlikely. Rescue in that window was extremely unlikely. He didn’t like the conclusion he came to, but it was obvious.
He supposed he should be glad that he’d used fake scent to make this Flash think his Reverse was another alpha. It wasn’t much of a shield. It barely created doubt. It was also all Eobard currently had to keep this timeline’s Barry from brutalizing him. Eobard had self-control, but not enough to feign paralysis in heat. He’d likely need his healing, too. Maybe he wouldn’t need his speed, not unless he could use it to escape, but maybe. He’d go down fighting if it went that far.
He was fighting against shame. One choice was better than being maimed or killed. Better because, knowing this soft-hearted Barry, he would never get over the guilt. That was the idea that Eobard latched onto. It wouldn’t only hurt him. (It wasn’t enough. Yes, he wanted the Flash to suffer. But God, he hated to so obviously lose any upper hand.)
He compartmentalized. “Barry, I think our captor knows something about us both that he shouldn’t. He doesn’t just know you’re the Flash, he knows you became an alpha.”
Barry blinked owlishly. “Why do you think that?”
Eobard let his defeat show on his face and in his posture. “Because he also knew something about me no one else knows. He knew enough to sabotage me.”
Now the suspicion came into play. Barry looked Eobard over as if a second look might reveal anything. Barry should be using his nose. But he was new to an alpha’s senses. He’d likely never smelled anyone in heat, in all honesty. Most people medicated themselves to avoid it for a reason.
“How’d he sabotage you?” he asked.
Eobard grimaced. “Hormones. Either he changed my last doses, or he dosed me with something else to counteract them.”
Poor Barry still looked confused.
“I … recently, I’ve … changed. I’d say it was similar to you, but no, I’m selfish. I don’t think yours counts as body horror. Maybe you’d disagree,” Eobard said. “Do you hate your new body?”
Finally, Barry scented the air. Then, besides the widening of his eyes, he went stock still.
“Oh, good. I didn’t have to say it.” Eobard let his head thump back against the headboard.
“You’re an omega, or—?”
Bless him, he probably wondered if Eobard was becoming a woman. Not the strangest possibility.
He nodded, pointedly not making eye contact. “Correct.”
“And you think he knew that because—?”
“I think I’m going into heat,” Eobard said, toneless. “Do I need to explain why someone would trap you in here with me?”
Barry took a step back, almost stumbling. He didn’t say anything; he merely gaped at Eobard like he was speaking a foreign language. Barry’s eyes, however, had the rapid blinks that implied thinking at a faster speed.
“Barry?” Eobard snapped.
“Are you sure?” Barry asked. “You know, about you being in heat, are you sure?”
It was a reasonable question to ask, considering this was supposed to be Eobard’s first heat.
Still, he scowled as he looked down at his own lap. “I’m sweating and aroused for no reason.”
“Well, this is stressful. And you just woke up.”
Barry sounded so hopeful that Eobard involuntarily made a growling noise. He tipped his head back against the headboard. He badly wished he could instead smack Barry’s head into said headboard until he understood their situation.
Eobard forced himself to explain, “I smell strangely. I’m currently sitting in the beginning of a wet spot. I feel ... that doesn’t matter. It’s a heat or someone drugged me with … I don’t know, maybe the equivalent to Viagra. Thinking is more and more difficult.”
He wasn’t lying, either. A heat didn’t come on instantaneously, not even for speedsters. His body had likely already begun the process in his sleep. He was justifying his lack of an escape plan by claiming that, anyway.
“Okay. So, if it’s not drugs, if you’re in heat? That’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you,” Barry said.
You always hurt me. Yes, the Flash wasn’t known to be a rapist. He’d never forced himself on the Reverse-Flash. But injuries that could be lethal to an average human? Those definitely happened.
Barry looked more uneasy, and he tried a different argument, “Dr. Wells, I’m not attracted to men. I’m attracted to women. Specifically, beta and omega women.”
Well, I know that’s a lie. Do you not know that’s a lie? “You’re an alpha.”
Barry’s jaw ticked before he spoke, “Alphas still have sexualities. They don’t just have sex with anything that moves.”
Eobard sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Mr. Allen, alphas’ ruts can be triggered by a heat.”
And we’re dangerously compatible.
“That can happen, but not always,” Barry said. “If anything, a true rut from exposure to a heat is uncommon. And I’m barely an alpha. We don’t know if I can even go into rut at all.”
Eobard considered the benefit of bending Barry in half, nose folded into his own groin, just so he could maybe scent himself.
“In a rut, you could become animalistic. Maybe even feral. With your speed …” Eobard wondered again if he should just try fighting, but his Negative Speed Force remained almost uselessly weak.
Barry repeatedly shook his head. “I can leave the room if it helps. Having your first heat now … That’s terrifying. And, uh, awkward. I imagine you want your privacy.”
The false hope was about as uncomfortable as something shoved under a nail. Eobard let his hands clench into fists, just for an instant. He’d kill whoever set this up. He’d already decided on it, but it was further entrenched.
“Hm.” Eobard narrowed his eyes. “You think you can do that?”
Barry looked confused. “Yes. Of course I can do that.”
Eobard’s gaze went lower, and his eyebrows went up. Barry followed the look. The obvious panic on his face might be enjoyable at any other time. Instead, both of them were left looking at him at the half mast in his boxers. Barry rubbed the back of his neck again. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, seemingly considering running from his problems.
“Your scent started to change, too,” Eobard said, bordering on monotone. “Yours later than mine. Reactive, though. And denial’s pointless. So, we have … hmm. With your metabolism? Not very long. And if you try to use your speed again to escape, we’d just have even less time.”
Barry shook his head again, a dazed look on his face.
Eobard’s patience snapped. “Are you cruel enough to make me beg you not to rape me?”
He needed the Flash to continue existing. If that wasn’t true ... But it was the truth, and what other choice did they have?
Barry stayed in denial, giving another head shake, and then he was gone in a blur. It wouldn’t last, Eobard knew. It just meant that Barry would be even more rut-dumb when he came back.
“Fuck you,” Eobard told the ceiling.
He took the time to try to think of any other option. He vibrated a fist and watched as his lightning flickered like a guttering candle. He couldn’t phase through anything like that. It was possible, maybe, to severely disable Barry in a blitz attack. But he’d heal, and afterward, he’d just be further into rut. It would probably make him feral.
“Do you want something? My power, my wealth, STAR Labs--what? Even if you want me to suffer, why use a hero as my punishment?”
There was no response. He hadn’t really expected one. He closed his eyes as his body cramped, an awful feeling of emptiness making him shiver. He always hated that. It was also probably why he didn’t intend to bite out Barry’s throat. The logical, rational part of Eobard was against it, sure. But the most animalistic part of him saw Barry as a compatible mate and didn’t see the problem in the first place.
Was it worth it to try emasculating Barry? No, it would certainly change the future in too many ways.
***
Many agonizingly long minutes later? Predictably, Barry wandered back into the room. No longer only at half mast, either. His eyes were nearly black, and he looked completely dazed. There was not a thought behind those eyes.
Eobard could think of no immediate better choice than giving an omegan hiss. He was allowed to be no better than a beast today. Based on how Barry jolted, it worked. His eyes got less glassy, and he side-stepped right into the bedroom wall.
“I told you,” Eobard said, deciding he was also allowed to be petty.
Barry finally seemed to have the right amount of fear, eyes wide and face pale. “I ... I didn’t ...”
Eobard sighed. “Barry, this is happening. But I’m sorry for what I said, that was … I’m afraid. If it isn’t you, it’ll be someone else. He wouldn’t force me into heat just to … let me take care of myself. He wants someone to hurt me. But you’d try not to hurt me. You’re the better option.”
Barry swallowed convulsively. “It’s sick. This is sick.”
“Yes,” Eobard agreed. “But I need you to choose if you want to be lucid for this or not. I admit I think I’d bite and claw if you weren’t. I think you’d hurt me.”
“What choice is that?” Barry asked.
“It’s still a choice. If you let yourself go feral, it probably wouldn’t hurt you too much. All you’d have to live with is me hating you afterward.” Eobard grimaced and shrugged. “I’m selfish. I don’t want to risk being torn in half by a speedster.”
Barry really did seem to be fighting nausea, but he’d live. Finally, he nodded and seemed to steel himself. He came closer to the bed.
Instead of responding to the blatant psychological manipulation, he decided to be curious. “Can you feel anything?”
“It … would appear I can heal spinal cord injuries. I’d sound happier if that hadn’t happened before the pain of my body rearranging. Numbness would have been helpful.”
Now Barry grimaced. “Yeah, I bet. And you ... you just want to avoid pain like that. I’m not angry, not with you.”
“Sorry, again,” Eobard said, lying through his teeth. “We shouldn't blame each other.”
As soon as he realized he was in heat, there’d been no use for denial. But he’d still avoided thinking about it beyond the theoretical. He didn’t know exactly what he was meant to do now.
He had never had a partnered heat before. There were many reasons. The reason that came to mind now was the threat of pregnancy. (Alas, his body had grown a uterus twice. He didn't know if he could permanently rid himself of one or not.)
He shoved down the useless fear. He had to look at this logically. He had to choose what would do him the least harm.
“I guess I’m the one stalling now,” he said. “I’ve never … hmm. I haven’t exactly … thoroughly investigated my new body. Nobody else has, either.”
He’d been a beta for most of his life. When he wasn’t, he’d done his best to avoid having heats. Either way, sex was rare. He didn’t trust people. In his current body? It wasn’t like he’d let anyone penetrate him while faking paralysis. But damn it, he hadn’t even used toys. He didn’t know how to relax. That might be a problem now, but likely a problem the heat would solve for him.
Barry nodded slowly. “Okay. I, um, I’ve got some self-control. Do you, um, want to … start by yourself?”
Eobard would, if he thought they actually had time for that.
“No. In a heat, I doubt it’ll take much.” He paused, considering. “Let me scent you?”
Cautiously, Barry approached the bed. Then he sat on the edge, their hips brushing, and he leaned in.
Eobard did actually scent Barry’s throat. It was that familiar scent, only heightened by a lack of anything to dampen it. Ozone overpowering that musk and lust, something almost spicy to it. Eobard ignored the way their scents always were so good together. Well, he tried to ignore it even as his mouth watered and his body clenched on nothing.
It was still a pretense: he got that close so he could whisper in his ear. “After this, we'll get a chance. I can walk, maybe run. You’ll be faster: you’ll phase. If he finally comes in, we attack him. We put him down. Understood?”
Barry hesitated before he murmured, “Understood.”
Then he swayed in place, before he moved closer, his mouth pressing against Eobard’s neck. He tensed, but didn’t move. He had to get used to that.
Barry pulled back. “Sorry.”
It was a useless apology. “You’ll get more familiar with me than that.”
Speaking of? Eobard couldn’t use his own name, but everyone in this time called him Dr. Wells. He didn’t want that name tainted.
“You should call me Harrison,” he said.
“Are you sure?” Barry asked.
Eobard briefly considered explaining. “Yes. And Barry, you might as well fully get on the bed.”
Barry hesitated again, but he got up and walked back around. He moved so stiffly as he mirrored Eobard, both of them against the headboard.
Eobard decided he’d probably need to lead this, at least for now. So he went ahead and took off his sleep shirt, happy to be rid of the sweaty cotton.
Heat and rut both came in waves. In a rut, intensity would increase until you knotted. It could be in your hand if you were alone. Barry would need more than that not to go feral. Eobard was betting on that and hoping he was never proven wrong. But one knot, and then they’d maybe get hours before the next wave. An estimation based on his own heat. Then give them a few days of that, and it’d be over. He could endure a few days.
It shouldn't be too painful, not if they hurried. So, he pushed the blankets and sheets down. Then he removed his pants and underwear, both as messy as he expected them to be.
“Oh.” Barry gasped with it.
His pupils were huge again. This time, he blushed to the ears and down his chest. Honestly, it was quite sophomoric. Eobard knew the younger man wasn’t a virgin. That, and porn was prolific.
“You—um, you smell amazing,” Barry said, dazed.
Oh, right. There would be more of the heat scent in the air now. Based on Barry’s white-knuckled hands, he was fighting instinct.
“You might as well lose the boxers,” Eobard said.
Barry undressed, and he still seemed flustered. Eobard already had an idea of size, and yet he fought against a cringe. He knew the heat would make it work, but still.
It was also strange to be caught between hate and lust again. He might not prefer an alpha’s dick, but Barry … The Flash had always had too much of a hold over Eobard. The Flash was much power that was barely contained in flesh.
“Um. Are you—?” Barry cut himself off and briefly looked away. “What do you want me to do?”
There was a lot that omegas did to show they were receptive, in heat or not. Eobard had no practice at it. He’d rarely purred. He’d certainly never presented to someone, and he didn’t intend to start now. None of it really matched the story he was going with, anyway.
“I kept up with PT, but I’m not … athletic yet. My pelvis shouldn’t hurt, but I doubt I’m especially flexible, either,” he said.
None of that was true, but it would be if all of this were new. There was also a secondary consideration: Eobard wanted to slow Barry down. Or at least reduce the force and speed he could accomplish.
“Plus, you’ll knot, so …” he continued, then shrugged. “I have one idea?”
Then there was just the awkwardness of sliding down the bed. He didn’t really want to look Barry in the face, not right now. So, he turned to lie halfway between being on his stomach and on his side. One leg was straight, one brought up within a normal range of motion. It wasn’t the “face down, ass up” that porn preferred, and it was comfortable enough. (If Barry had complaints, he better not voice them.)
“You’re comfortable?” Barry asked.
Eobard huffed, tilting his head further against the pillow. “As much as I can be, sure.”
Barry fidgeted on his side of the bed. “Sorry. This is just … not usually how this works. Um. Can I touch you?”
“While you can still think? Yes.” Eobard forced himself to relax into the bed.
At least the bed was comfortable. He was too damn old to do this on some dungeon floor.
Barry came closer, kneeling next to his hip. He reached out and touched a shoulder first, following the shoulder blade and down the spine. It could be innocent if he didn’t smell so much like sex already. Eobard tolerated it and then the other hand. He let Barry warm up. Or more so, letting him think this was at all enough to appease the heat burning under Eobard’s skin.
Soon enough, Barry gathered his bravery, right hand trailing past a hip. He touched slick skin on the inner thigh. Eobard couldn’t help the shiver. He clenched a fist, almost biting his tongue. Touch me. Barry hesitated.
“Go on,” Eobard said.
“You could … touch yourself,” Barry suggested.
“Allen, worry about your part,” Eobard snapped.
In heat, he was always on a hair trigger. He’d realized that quickly in the first heat: stupidly, he ended up overstimulated and pained after too many orgasms. He hadn’t even known that was an option then, but he definitely knew it now.
It also didn’t seem right to enjoy this, even if his body was telling him differently.
In the quiet, he heard Barry’s throat click. Then he started to move again. Left hand still petting, but right hand finally exploring where Eobard’s body throbbed. Then one finger went in easily, so easily.
Barry curled it and tried to nudge. Eobard jolted, if only because yes, that was it. Not exactly right, but close. Barry stilled for a second, only to then test it again and again, perfecting, until Eobard couldn’t keep his hips still.
“Ah.”
It felt shameful, how quickly his brain fogged over. Everything just started to feel right, and he wanted more. Barry at least provided it, slipping in a second finger. It was better, but not enough. He felt something deep in him, hot and pulsating. The emptiness just made him want so badly. His eyes closed, and he tried to think. He tried to remember. Everything just kept slipping away.
Then Barry added a third finger, which eased some of the pain as Eobard’s body squeezed around them. But it felt too good, a moan leaving him without his permission. His eyes snapped back open.
Barry ran his other hand down Eobard’s side and then squeezed his hip. It was too affectionate to be reassuring.
“You’re okay,” Barry said softly. “It’s okay if it feels good.”
No, it really isn’t, but you don’t know why. Eobard barely remembered why. He didn’t even care anymore if anyone was watching.
Then Barry’s grip on his hip tightened too far, nails digging in.
“Barry,” Eobard said, a question and a warning.
Barry at least seemed somewhat lucid, even if he finally lost his patience. He was still careful as he repositioned himself, lining them up. Eobard tried his best to go pliant as he felt hot flesh press up against him. Then the head was pushing in, forcing him wider. And yet with the heat, it just felt perfect. Barry’s press was slow, but it still burned, his dick going in and in. Maybe halfway, Eobard’s body clenched, and he gasped, overwhelmed at a wave of relief.
“Shhh, it’s okay, you’re perfect.” Barry’s voice was slurred.
He nuzzled against the back of Eobard’s neck. Barry kissed against hot skin, leaving open-mouthed kisses. Eobard shuddered and relaxed, melting against the bed.
Barry kept his control, but that was almost regrettable. He kept adjusting the angle, just like he had with his fingers. Which was just more and more maddening. Then one harder thrust hit was too much, too good.
“Fuck,” Eobard hissed, and he tried to move away.
Barry growled and put more weight on Eobard. One arm curled around him, holding him still.
With the next thrust, Eobard made a punched-out noise. “Oh, God …”
He couldn’t think, and his body just rocked into the next thrust. He needed it. He couldn’t stop shaking; he just needed it.
“Alpha …” He didn't mean to say that.
He wouldn’t beg. His body was begging anyway, moans pulled from him as the thrusts intensified. He felt the strength of his alpha, holding him down. The scent of rut overpowered the ozone, masculine and heady. There were heavy breaths above him and then a groan against the back of his neck.
“Harrison,” Barry panted, then licked against a scent gland.
With one more powerful thrust, Eobard gave up. He touched himself, finding his dick weeping against the bed. He stroked himself to the feel of the dick in him. It didn’t burn any longer, but it filled him so completely, it made his cunt throb. He could feel the base of it beginning to thicken, the knot growing gradually. Each thrust brought him higher, wound him tighter.
The thrusts turned rougher, Barry almost growling. Then, for an instant, he vibrated, dick pressed in deep. Eobard broke apart, crying out as stars filled his vision. His body clenched rhythmically around the cock. But the thrusts didn’t stop, making him whine as the pleasure was dragged out. It sounded wetter, sloppy.
“My mate, mine,” Barry said.
Then his mouth found Eobard’s neck, and kisses turned to sharp nips. His noises turned more animalistic, groans turning to growls and then even a low snarl. With it, a jolt ran electric down Eobard’s spine.
All the while, the knot thickened, forcing him wider and wider. His alpha tried his best to fuck Eobard through the mattress, even in this position. Somehow, it just left his eyes unfocused and vision hazy. Every thrust had pleasure ripple out from his core. Over and over, steadily increasing all over again.
Barry was chaotic, but physically, he was always so controlled. Only in a rage did he strike at random. Now his rhythm was failing, pace getting erratic. He was sweating, even as a speedster: slick skin against slick skin. Lightning danced across that skin as, every so often, he vibrated.
He was coming apart all because of Eobard.
Then it finally hurt, the growing knot catching as it pulled back out. He shuddered, the need bone-deep. He reached back, nails scratching at Barry’s skin. He looked back at him, heart catching in his throat as he saw that Barry’s eyes were red. It’s only alpha red. He had to look away.
“Knot me,” Eobard said, voice almost breaking.
Barry only growled in answer, slamming back into him. His thrusts grew frantic, only in and in with jerking motions. Then he slowed, grinding into Eobard. Then his alpha held him tighter, a sudden bite at the throat keeping him still.
Then the knot blew. He came so hard, so suddenly, he sobbed with it. He thought he could feel each pulse inside of him as his cunt milked the knot. The orgasm didn’t let up, only slowly lessened as his body kept squeezing. He’d never felt anything like it. He couldn’t keep his eyes open.
Barry let go of the bite, licking over pinched skin. His bruising grip loosened. He rumbled deep in his chest as his hips twitched with release.
Eobard shuddered as his body relaxed further, the time between spasms increasing. He felt almost weightless, like only his alpha’s weight was keeping him down. He was so warm, so full.
He almost fell asleep, but then he’d feel everything so intensely. It was so much, almost too much. Why had he ever denied himself?
***
Slowly, he lost the endorphins that kept pain at bay. In that indeterminate time, Barry finally moved again. He carefully tried to lift himself up, which didn’t hurt but almost felt like a loss. Please …
Eobard closed his eyes, rubbing them and taking deep breaths. His body was a traitor. His eyes shouldn’t be watering.
“Are you okay?” Barry.
“Fine. It was just … intense. It’s fine,” Eobard said, wishing his voice were stronger.
Barry was quiet for a moment. Then he took a deep breath. He started to pull out. This stopped when Eobard reflexively tensed, a hissed breath leaving him. Then he purposefully relaxed, letting Barry finish separating them.
“You bled a little,” he said. “Should I—?”
Eobard huffed. “You took my virginity with a knot. I can live with ‘a little’.”
He didn’t feel blood trickling down his thighs, so it was probably fine.
Barry didn’t seem reassured. “Do you want me to check for tearing?”
Eobard shifted enough to make eye contact. “If there’s any bleeding in fifteen minutes, I’ll ask.”
Then he shifted more and realized it might not be blood, but he was definitely in a wet spot. “You could help by getting a towel.”
Barry scrambled to his feet to do it, too. That must be the guilt. Ah, well.
When given a fluffy, expensive towel?
Eobard said, “Thank you.”
He also again wondered about the cost of this prison. It wasn’t a great distraction. As he moved around to put the towel under himself, he certainly felt what they’d done.
He doubted it was actually because he was a “virgin” (again)—if there even was an intact hymen. It could’ve been the force, the vibrating, and/or the knot. A minor tear he had powers enough to heal. So, besides being sore in that way, he had muscle aches, especially low in his abdomen. Not especially surprising, either.
All in all, he was just tired. However long he’d been asleep or unconscious, it wasn’t enough. That wouldn’t be fixed by Barry hovering at the end of the bed.
“You should try to rest. It might give us more time … in-between,” Eobard said.
It seemed to work for him in his few heats, anyway. He was able to sleep through most of the few days. Which was for the best, considering how dazed and useless he always was.
“I could try. There was a couch,” Barry said.
Huh. Did the captor want them to fuck on the couch? Or did he just like interior decorating?
Then Barry walked away, getting as far as opening the curtain. Then Eobard’s body betrayed him again. A keen rose in his throat. He quickly cut it off, swallowing hard. Oh, fuck this.
Barry turned back, wide-eyed. His gaze roved over Eobard.
“You don’t have a nest,” Barry said.
Eobard didn’t think that was the problem. He wished that were the problem.
Either way, he turned Barry’s words back on him. “Hm. I’m barely an omega.”
“But you do want your heat partner close to you, don’t you?” Barry asked.
Eobard’s jaw clenched. One of his neck’s scent glands felt sore, maybe from too many nipping bites, and he rubbed at it.
“It’s … uncomfortable, but it's manageable,” he said.
It would be fine. He’d had much, much worse. He just wished he didn’t have an awful sinking feeling, like he’d be dragged down into the earth. It was irrational.
“I can lie next to you, if it’s okay,” Barry said. “I don’t have to touch you.”
Eobard wanted to deny him. He wanted to snap at him. But God, he was exhausted. He just wanted to sleep.
“Fine,” he said.
Barry came back to bed. He helped pull the sheets and blankets back up. Eobard would make a mess of them, but he supposed that was a problem for later.
It only took moments for Barry to fall asleep. He looked peaceful, too. Eobard wanted to snarl and ruin it all, but again, he was tired. He struggled to find a more comfortable position and then finally, finally, he dozed off.
***
Earth was a primitive world, but it had an abundance of interesting creatures. Unfortunately, Oa’s intervention left Earth a rarely visited planet. At least this time, they’d had good luck with acquisitions. Khor just wished he hadn’t been promoted. So much paperwork and so little time to do anything interesting.
“All right, Apprentice Ramz. You said you have two specimens that require a danger level rating?” Khor asked.
“Yes, Supervisor.”
He looked from the young Ramz to the specimens in question. They were genetically similar to humans. Their tall, thin bodies and flat faces were always a bit disturbing to Khor.
“So, tell me what’s different about these. Humans are always finicky. Worse than their cousins, the chimpanzees.”
They’d learned to always have robots as zookeepers. Humans were vicious. You’d think they were tamed, and then in a snap, they’d break your arm. The other hominids were almost as bad, really.
The less said about the human-looking Kryptonians or Daxamites, the better.
“They are genetic mutants. It has given them superhuman powers,” Ramz said.
Those were far less common. “That’s quite the acquisition. You’ve taken samples?”
“Of course. We have everything we need to make clones. There’s another factor, however. These aren’t the magic-using humans,” Ramz said.
They better not be. Those were Level 5 and banned.
“But their power does seem somewhat mystical. They run at speeds faster than any other Terran species, but their bodies show no sign of harm from this. More than that, they can go at extreme speeds while carrying objects and even other lifeforms without destroying them. The physics of it are irrational.”
Khor narrowed his eyes at Ramz. “You have suppressed these powers to safe levels?”
Ramz looked shifty. “Well, yes. But … if I suppressed it completely, they’d be comparable to standard humans.”
Khor hummed. “You could still have them as fast as a cheetah or a falcon. This would be impressive to guests.”
“It’s just so interesting, though. And it’s so lucky. These two are from the same pack but aren’t family. Genetically, they’d produce healthy offspring. We could create an entirely new lineage of this subspecies and learn how its power works. Imagine what uses it could have.”
Ah, youthful idealism. “I should remind you that amateur bio-hacking is forbidden.”
Ramz’s skin turned orange in a blush. “Of course!”
Khor was admittedly interested, but he had many doubts. It was a great find for Ramz. Khor just highly doubted that these specimens weren’t Level 5.
“And I should remind you that wild-caught specimens aren’t best suited to long-term study. Humans may have somewhat domesticated themselves, yes, but for human use. With us, they are wild, and attempts at taming cause psychological problems. They get all sorts of neuroses.”
Ramz’s feathers fluffed. “B-but I’ve been doing a lot of reading. I think with proper enrichment, better feed quality, and updated protocols, maybe—?”
Khor sighed. “I really am sorry, but I think you’d have better luck with clones.”
Ramz shifted from foot to foot. “These two are mates now, though. Could you not give me permission for a short-term breeding program? It would be useful to see how they raise their offspring.”
Khor sighed out a whistling breath. “We know the variance of human rearing methods.”
Ramz still looked hopeful. “But these are a different subspecies. I could prove that, if you just give me an extension—?”
Khor looked at the two sleeping humanoids. They seemed unharmed. They hadn’t destroyed their enclosure yet.
“I will give them a Level 4 if they remain captive and docile. If they escape, they will be released. If they do themselves or each other harm, they will be released.” Khor squinted. “It takes humans nine months to produce offspring. You’d be better off fostering one of the existing juveniles to them and seeing how they do at caregiving. Because I’ll give you a Sol year, but I doubt you’ll get it.”
Ramz nearly bounced in place. “Yes! I mean, yes. You won’t regret it, Supervisor.”